Postman Baba

@ Authored & created by : Anup D.

Sitting down on my bench outside an empty street I see my wreathed bicycle by my side besides the wall -It’s punctured and tyre is burst

Just watching it, makes me feel I should get a new one
It has now lived its life
It has seen the rain
It has seen the sun
It has seen the moonlit cheerful house courtyards
It has seen the spring and the autumn too
It has seen the giggles on the street
It has seen the kids playing stapu (hopscotch)
It has seen the streets filled with holi colors
It has seen neighbor’s gossips
It’s has lived it’s life, like I have
But not as much as I have, I am 83 now

Should I get the puncture fixed or should I buy a new one
Ramesh tyre shop is not far
I should go, before it gets too dark
But …………………………..
…………(Silence)……………………….
………………………………….
do I really need to get this fixed ?

All kids have grown old
They talk on the phone, and use their machines
No one sends letters anymore

Where will I go ?
Who will I deliver the letters to?
Who will share their joys?
Who will give me sweets, when I announce their job letter?
The birth of babies
The visit of Nani and Nana
The homecoming of the son

My old eyes see the world being connected
I don’t see I’m useful anymore
This world have changed and it must
I think I should retire too

But

What will I do when I retire?
My life have been spent delivering letters from address one to address two

How will I not deliver them the happiness?
Why would they not want to share their sorrows with me anymore?
Why would Chinki not jump with joy, after hearing Nana and Nani are visiting home
This road is empty now, but I’m sure some neighbor’s are gossiping on the other road

I must not retire….

I should get the puncture fixed
Ramesh tyre shop is not too far
I should go, before it gets too dark

As the old postman walked up 10 feet, with his bicycle. His son came from the back and held his hand

Where are you going Baba, come and get back to home, it’s getting dark
It’s been 10 years and you do the same every day…

All kids have grown old baba
They talk on the phone, and use their machines
No one sends letters anymore
This world have changed now
You must retire too…….

P.s: Should he retire?….may be ‘yes’, now cos the world have changed or may be ‘no’, cos somewhere deep down we are all the same

DON’T KNOW WHY? -do new clocks always show 10:10 ?

When you buy a new clock, it always shows the time as 10:10, did you ever realized?
I once thought of this and one interesting thing I analyzed

I’ll try and explain this in a simple way, for someone to relate
If you don’t like it, you of course can curse me more in public on a Facebook update

A scientist once placed 5 monkeys in a cage
They were all very sophisticated, educated and had sage

He put a ladder in the middle and kept few bananas on the top
As expected monkey’s started jumping with excitement without a stop

But every time any monkey went up the ladder to eat
He soaked rest of monkeys with cold water from head to feet

After a while, every time a monkey climbed the ladder for banana eating
The moment he came down from ladder, rest of them mercilessly stared beating

Now after sometime, no monkey dared to go up the ladder regardless of the temptation
All were behaving as if they have come on very composed family vacation

Scientist then decided to substitute one of the monkey
New one immediately jumped up the ladder like a superman called ‘Spunky’

Little did ‘Spunky’ knew when he got down
Other would beat him up left, right and center to give him the welcome crown

After several beatings ‘Spunky’, accepted not even to look up and try
Even though he never knew the reason why

Now the 2nd monkey was substituted and same thing occurred
‘Spunky’ also took part in this beating the new member, even adding his curse word

The 3rd monkey was changed and the same thing was repeated
The beatings of this 3rd one got more violent and heated

4th monkey was replaced and he saw the bananas kept uneaten
The sec. he stepped down he was thrashed and beaten

Finally the 5th one was replaced
After his beatings, his face was red like a tomato paste

Now what was left in cage were 5 new monkey
Chunky, Clunky, Funky, Hunky and our very dear superman ‘Spunky’

Even though these handsome faces never got cold shower
But they continued to attack any monkey, who even looked up at banana flower

No one knows the actual reason of doing this and thus not amend
They are just doing the same thing, like following an invisible fashion trend

Had it been possible to ask these monkeys, as in, why they would beat up all those?
Whosoever attempted to go up the ladder to touch that banana rose

I bet you, they would answer

“I don’t know, but that’s how the things are done here and I don’t have a clue”
Why clocks are still kept at 10:10, is the same reason without a logic view

Few of us might be thinking, this sounds familiar to situations in my life
Where I can’t answer why am I doing the same things like a robotic surgical knife?

Other may be thinking, it does not relate to me because I’m wise
But why then do you remain confused, stuck up sometime in thoughts, decisions and situations you guys?

They say, it’s insanity to expect a different result from the same actions
Our life is a canvas of some sorted and confused abstractions

So whenever you get stuck up, are confused and decide to give up and stay
Remember, there is always a different way to do things in a better way, a better way and a better way

Created & Authored by: Anup D.

Living inside a bottle

Living inside a bottle

 

– Alcoholism (I only drink on 2 days i.e when it rains and when it does not)

 

I’m lying on stretcher in a white ambulance van

The needles is my veins are doing my heart scan

A nurse besides me says her name is ‘Roxanne’

She is overly nervous and asks on the phone ‘Doctor, tell fast what’s the plan?’

Her flickering eyeballs suggests, I have less time left than a child’s attention span

If I die in mid way, no one would miss me anymore other than

My bottles of alcohol and my beer can

And my dead remains, will end up in thrash can

But when I had a bottle in my hand, I always felt like a man.

 

I remember my old days, when I was really young, only twenty-one

My friends forced me to try at a party once for fun

I thought to go with flow; after all it’s not a game of gun

The very first sip I drank, I knew, we both had found each one

Nothing stopped that night and bottles emptied out one after one

I swear at 4am I saw my first midnight sun

I was the last man standing and everyone I had outrun

Girl at bar counter gave me a smile and her interest she began

Anyone could tell with a bottle in my hand, I felt like a man

 

My college years can be easily summed up, by those bunked classes and videogame called ‘N-able’

Those bunch of friends and that shining bottle of ‘black label’

Those frequent hangovers, blackouts and vomits on conference table

That democratic way of deciding the next meet, to drink the best alcohol label

That regular Dad’s nagging ‘When will you join me on dinner table’

 

Could he not be proud? When everyone stopped drinking, as his or her capacity disable

His son was the only one, who could still stand strong and walk back home stable

Why was he just after  ‘Where is your life heading and what’s your plan?’

Could he not already see, with a bottle in my hand, his son felt like a man?

 

I used to drink before I go to work, cos it made me so much efficient

More I had, the more it felt I had very less of it and insufficient

I use to drink with anyone and everyone, to show them they were so deficient

I could easily go on forever, while they use to say ‘No more!  We are very self sufficient’

They use to all say to me  ‘Stop it now and do not do this alcohol abuse’

That bunch of fools! Could not see that for me, it felt like going on holiday cruise

 

My doctor once called me, to say ‘Come here, because for you I got one news’

He said ‘Your liver is getting rusted, because of this over consumed booze’

Idiot doctor! could not understand, it was nothing but a grape juice

I’m sure everyone was jealous of me, cos of my collection of bottles in my sedan

They could win ‘no argument’ over me, cos with bottle in my hand I felt like a man

 

I slowly started realizing when I drank, I could not decide my limits anymore

All my friends were leaving me, like seagull from the shores

I recall the day when I decided instead of buying milk for my child, I would only be able to afford my ‘Rum’ (Alcohol)

That was first time I felt I’m completely dependent on it and felt so much numb

 

My wife left me one day saying ‘as a man you are so f*ckin weak ‘

‘Even a small bird is stronger, which before her own food, feeds her baby from her beak’

I had no courage to hold her hand and tell her to not leave me and stop

All I did that entire night was to drink alone and non-stop

After this whenever I had to enhance my mood

I had a compulsion to finish it, when I saw any alcohol bottle nude

 

This have ended me in stretcher in white ambulance van

The needles now is my veins are doing my heart scan

I have wasted my life, just to remain ‘high’ (Intoxicated) for only few hours

Because of this I have ruined my career, my talent, my wife and my child called ‘flower’

My mother use to tell my father ‘You just watch my son grow old and look’

‘He will one day become a great author and write a book’

I’m so very sorry mother, I feel guilty to the core, and to throw your dream in thrash can

Nothing more I can do now cos I have less time left, than a child’s attention span

 

Because with a bottle in my hand, I’m A DEAD MAN

 

 

P.S: Please be extremely nice to alcoholics, they don’t have much time to live on this earth. It starts with little use, then this use becomes a misuse and then it becomes an abuse and finally they are dependent on the bottle. Life is more beautiful outside than INSIDE OF A BOTTLE.

 

@Copyright: Authored by amateur me –Anup D.